Non-Erotic Poetrysimplefrom trees burst pancake syrup
into blue bags spiked,
so easy are cars built and driven
on ribbons of road born not built,
our hands fold in prayer for heroes
and fallen actors,
words order themselves without urging
from the big brain somewhere else,
tick my tack
slap my back
let’s have a little rosy
what say, waylay
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